I oftentimes recall a boy, To whom all life was simple joy, Who never let life get him down, And reached for the celestial crown.
Although inside his heart was broke, He'd treat life as just a joke. Good friends he never seemed without- To see him smile removed all doubt.
One day he ate a box of pills, And finished with all earthly thrills, To think of it brings me a chill, I wish that he was smiling still...
We don't **** ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, "He fought so hard." And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.” ― Sally Brampton